De'kae cracked one eye open. An owl had been staring at Daero'moroke, and he fluttered off as the guards approached, finding some unseen portion of the castle to nuzzle up in. Owly would keep a wise distance away from his mortal companion, for now.

	Rouse from her slumber, De'kae realised she was being carried. And also realised that she had fallen asleep. Her face went blank as an empty canvas. [color=c4df9b]"Uhh...hi."[/color] She said so quietly no one could hear her.

	Soon she was set down, a little roughly, though that may just be because she was fragile, on the floor. De'kae's yellow eyes widened as one by one, people teleported in, arrived dramatically, or talked and talked and talked. They were all taking seats. De'kae's heart rate picked up, and if she was capable, she would be sweating nervously. Her eyes scanned the buffet, recognizing every plant and animal that was used in the making of the meal. But De'kae couldn't eat in front of other people. That was so weird, right? It was weird to eat in front of other people. Lord Ahriman was here, and he looked really big.

	De'kae reached up and patted her hat, finding Owly had deserted her. 

	Was it just her, or was she out of place? Everyone here looked really serious or powerful. Sure, she had some connections. But this seemed like a lot. 

	...The lizardfolk had no idea what to do now. Figuring these guards had set her down on this particularly spot for some particularly reason, De'kae laid back down on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Saying nothing and doing nothing. She held her staff up against her body and blinked, occasionally shifting her eyes to one spot or another, but without moving her head.